The locust tans hide
In sun burnt valleys
As crystal skies swirl and stir
Light illuminates the inside of your head
Between those clean amber eyes
And you look at the back of smooth olive hands
Slowly remembering how the story goes
Cover to cover
Inked black past
Regrets highlighted with a red pen
Almost like you had decided to cover up the past
And paint a false red tale
Covering up your one chance
To burn yourself to the ground
Truthfully